Best in Feu.

Back in the days of Nappy-o (my pet name for Napoleon… don’t worry about it.), the French army technique was to have more troops than everybody else and win by sheer force. This worked for dear naps; he won, a lot. And then he didn’t. And then France stopped winning for a very very very long time. I have now discovered why. The energy they could have been investing in foreign endeavours was instead spent on Bastille day celebrations.

This morning, before the entire city became a lake, I witnessed a 30minute fly by air show, with red white and blue trails that formed the french flag. Additionally, the ENTIRE Champs-Elysees was lined with different army men that gradually began to process, oh, and I saw Nicolas Sarkozy, nbd. But that’s nothing compared to the fireworks I just witnessed. Set off against the backdrop of the eiffel tower, the French resurrected their former glory by releasing more fireworks than any one else for a full half hour. I’m actually surprised the sky didn’t explode, it was so covered in lights. Anyway, France wins. That’s it.

It also took us an hour to find a metro home because all those in the near vicinity of the fireworks were closed (yeah, okay france, that makes sense…?) and when we finally found an open one, it was legitimately FULL of people (and pushy safety men that wouldn’t let us sit down?). So yes, that is Bastille Day. More people, fireworks, planes, troops, everything than anywhere else. This was so not the Hockessin fourth of july parade.

Home in 7!



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"I think about the hands I’ve held, the places I’ve seen, that vast lands whose dirt is caked on the bottom of my shoes. The world has changed me." Amelia Earhart
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